Flavors (Brainfarts and Writer's Block)

Chapter One

Though I know. There is a time for everything. A time for tears, a time for happiness, a time for laughter, and a time to be alone.. 

Most importantly, like every other non-nocturnal human life-form that owns an opperating heart, there is that time where you want to go to sleep. But there is a catch!

(You don't go to sleep).

I know. I've tried. No matter how many sleeping pills or Barney lullabies you sing, there will always be that fear at night of the darkest corner in your room. So..

Ha Ha! You have found another catch!

(There is nothing there).

Isn't it stupid that we are afraid of the stupidest things that our stupid brains are stupidly afraid of? It is idiotic. 

You want to know something else that's idiotic? The fact that I lie here on my belly looking out the window, trying to somehow get a freaking fat chipmunk off of the road. Something even more fatuous? That there's a freaking fat chipmunk on the road at 1 in the morning. What's it even doing there, digging a hole?

Is that what chimpmunks do? I don't know, but either way I should be sleeping right now.

Though, the reason that my eyes are resisting the rest that I need, and the reason why mind won't lose conciuosness like it should, is that I just simply cannot..

I won't allow myself. I won't go to sleep. Huh. Anyways, it's funny. Going to bed, closing your eyes, only to find yourself pretending that you're sleeping. That's how it is for me. It's not that I'm afraid of nightmares, or darkness, or the silly fears that five year olds have of the cat next door..

I simply won't go to sleep. Even if I wanted to.

"April? April, wake up honey."

I heard a soft voice in the distance. What? In the distance, where am I, space?

"Apriiil," the soft voice sang. "Come on, time to eat breakfast."

The voice was so soft, and.. quiet. Good, so let's go back to sleep.

"APRIL, WAKE UP RIGHT NOW!" the voice shouted, and like it was on cue, my spine automatically straightened in a sitting positioin. 

"Huh? Wawa pen." Originally I said other words, but my mouth decided upon itself that it was one of those days where.. 'Yo, hey! Oh, hey April! So, yah.. I was just going to tell you that during the first ten minutes of your morning, I'm not going to work properly because I'm bored and have nothing to do but I don't want to do anything. You understand, like, right? Okay, cool. Sincerely, Mouth.'

"April, you've been sleeping late at night non-stop and it's worrying us parents that gave birth to you. You do know that I spent twenty four hours on the seventeenth floor of the hospital building, just to give birth to you?"

I nodded. 

"Then did you also remember I nearly fainted by looking out the window?"

I nodded again.

"Well then, hurry it up and go downstairs. I bought your favourite cereal."

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After dragging my slug-like body out of bed, lazily slapping water to my face (yes, that's basically what happened), randomly choosing a grey oversized t shirt and black skinny jeans, and brushing the yucky taste out of my mouth (yes, it was yucky), I somehow managed to climb down the stairs and start munching on my favourite cereal, thus where I am right now. 

"Honey?"

"Yeah, mom?" 

"It's already the tenth of June.." she said like I was supposed to remember something. Then my eyes grew wide. Just then did I notice my mom was biting her lip with a hopeful look on her face. I totally forgot!